I'm sorry

It's getting overboard, these pretenses and consequent confusions. It's uncomfortable, these rifts and denials. It's annoying, this sense of shortcoming and uncertainty. It's frustrating, this flux of hopefulness and chagrin. It's weird, this clash of pride and emotions. It's vexing, the way I feel sad and pathetic in spite of myself.

I had to shut off for a while to negotiate the facts at hand. Things got so messy and I couldn't help it, I'm sorry.

Oh, but what a really apologetic existence this is.